She doesn't think it's a good idea to know the future, because you can hardly ever change it, so why suffer twice?
Was she in any way like us? thinks Tony. Or, to put it the other way around: Are we in any way like her?
Art is long and life is brief and mortality looms.
If anyone else told her to lower her voice, Roz would know what to do: scream louder.
She had an idea, but it was the wrong idea. It was hardly even an idea, just a white idea balloon with no writing inside it.
So few people understand about anything.
Although he doesn't know it yet, she isn't his real life. But he is hers.This is painful.
She’s the kind of woman who wants what she doesn’t have and gets what she wants and then despises what she gets.